Disappointed disorder of contentment
Nobody orders love
Love is not content
Commitment does not disappear
Her perky lips, distracting
Caressed in red
Slim-fit hoods no more
Delicate lips grip smiles
A wistful taunting has no more
Miles beyond mile
Wishful thinking beyond my cornea
Droopy volatile apnea
Filled lips without me
Her heart rides continuously
I smile to sad love songs
Because this love falters on me
Along Abiding Bits
Instead of Elated “Adore Me”(s)
Jan 17, 2022
Jan 17, 2022 at 10:11 PM UTC
I walk with "ANOTHER",
I walk with a "LOVER",
I walk with "LOVED" ones,
I walk to be "MY" happiest,
I wish I had my four leaf "CLOVER" luck.
"THE" way of life relies on luck
Yet my "CLOVER" was secretly five,
Hit with bad "LUCK",
I found out that I "NEEDED",
Less luck & more "LOVE",
With that said I left "SINCE",
My heart was "NO" longer whole,
I will always love that "ONE",
I guess I "COULD" be the one,
Yet I couldn't "FIND" the one.
So is one's "LOVE" important, or one's pain.
"FRIENDS" can be here,
Or there,
But the ones we "FIGHT",
Tend to stay the most,
Probably as "OFTEN" as they fight,
We can see that,
They feel compassion despite their spite...
"LOVE" is a tragedy brewing,
Yet friends find "LOVE" in anything,
So is all we want is tragedy,
Or the small amount of good times,
We find from "LOVE".
Feb 19, 2021
Feb 19, 2021 at 10:18 PM UTC
I ask and Take,
Fight and Break.
I Burn and pretend to be a Snake;
To get people who cry to get along.
Who tend to Sneak around.
I always wondered what concept Follows
When a child is faced with something New
What breaks a Fighter
who usually Solos
In everything he ever Knew and witnessed.
Why must he understand the Laughter
Of the crowd.
What makes some Understand,
More than civil words and calm breaths ever would.
Why must I Stand for This.
Its too hard for This child.
But it's the ability to grab another's heart.
With less words, more Actions
More physical touch, and compassion.
Less sad days, more happy Reactions.
May I give the Sad girl a happy Reaction,
And the Sad boy more Compassion.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 2:20 PM UTC
I was sitting by the cross
An view of a split, filled with mist
A cross of land's moss
and the body's fist
Of water sprinkling across
There was no one else to witness
Other than the first
Of many who was jealous
Only the one with a cross
See that land had filled the body
Making it feel like Belle
Watching the Beast's life fell
The cupid's flower of choice
Grouped for nobody
And felt for the Crossed man,
A feeling of rice,
in a cooker
Ready to play a game of poker
Guessing the time of the pedals' fall.
He felt nothing but the heaven that were tall.
He picked a rose,
And looked up
He arose
To the view of the girl from the riverbed top
Ending his day with a stop
Never may he let a flower ride the brook
Of another man's crop
Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 10:21 PM UTC
Zero zero
One zero one
Never should’ve loved no one.
Zero zero
Ain’t got the trust to.
Zero one
That’s one way to hurt me.
Zero two
I guess you got double the trouble,
because this mindset ain’t right.
That’s a
Zero zero
No love for THE WICKED tonight.
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 12:41 PM UTC
Dropping a thought
Heating up a fight
Never should’ve said nothing
Unless you don’t want to waste my time
I respect the truth
But it ain’t needed
Should’ve stopped in your tracks
Before you broke the line
From between our ships
That’s just ain’t right
Oct 25, 2019
Oct 25, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
She was very kind.
She even kindle the light,
To my eyes.
She brought me to my senses.
When I was broken.
When I couldn’t stand up,
She was there,
To help me up.
What could I do without her.
My depression seemed senseless.
My joyful attitude had risen.
And her beautiful eyes,
Really blossom the night.
What could I do,
But ask her tonight.
As I made my attempt,
Her smile was tempting my heart.
With the sudden warmth,
Of a relationship so appreciated.
Since love is so vague,
I appreciate her everyday.
Seeing her cry hurt more,
Than the reasons she did.
Watching her struggle,
Tighten my chains.
Not being able to care,
Really hurt my caring feelings.
I hold to her,
To shine the way for her,
Darkest days.
Oh how much I cared for her.
The way she writes,
Doesn’t need to be define.
I just need to see her smile,
When pen hits the paper.
I always wish her a beautiful day,
In my mind.
For she doesn’t feel pressured,
But when she finally answered.
It was too late...
My hesitation,
From my intimidation.
Really made me late,
To what I really tried,
But it’s pleasant.
She is still doing fine.
All I offered was a presence,
For she wouldn’t be alone.
At least she isn’t alone,
Despite me.....
May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:09 AM UTC
Mama is gone
Mama isn’t coming back
Ever again
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
Anymore
Mama is gone
And that will never change
She gonna stay gone no matter what
Even if I wanted to change it
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Yaya still cries
Abuelo just forgets
And I tell them
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
Mama can’t be trusted to drive
She can’t turn back
On the straight road she drives on
She took too many lives before going
So Mama is gone
Abuelo just forgets
And I cry with Yaya
But I know
Mama is gone
She is never coming back
She doesn’t know how to turn
Even if she knew
She couldn’t turn back time
To be with us again
Mama is gone
I will never see her again
Until I am gone too
Mama is gone
And Yaya still cries
As Abuelo forgets
I will remain crying alone
As I know
Mama is gone
And she is never coming back
Even if she could turn
Time will never change for her
Until we meet again
But for now I will stay until
My time comes
For me
To be gone
Too
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC
I told a man I was blind
He asked me why
I told him I was blind due to my lack of understanding
So he called me naive
Then I called him my friend
Now he is gone from my life
Not because he left me
Because I didn’t understand what he meant
when he said I was too good to him
So I left him and now he is blind to what I once inclined.
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 12:30 AM UTC
Telling a lie
Always wanting to shine
When really I was polished the wrong way
My heart was really on decline
Saying her name
Used to be a praise
Now all it is
Is just a way to go down
And cry
Wishing she was mine again
When really she being gone
Was my pilgrimage to a great revival
Very vital
For my arrival that
I stay mindful
Of my trifles
Due to how I’m always tripping on the cracks
That makes everything black
Activating my brain
And making me rage
Since my temper is on edge
With my neck
That is carrying a lot of the sweat I get
From ******* tryna wreak my moderation
Tryna give me a education
In how to be substandard
And Rendered into something
Worst than America giving a Cheeto
The leveage to all of our bombs
So now I’m just thinking about what you did wrong
Instead of my flaws
I’m reminding you of what you missed on
Always catching wrong
Missing all shots
Finally hit a home run
But didn’t run
Instead you walked away
And became a snob
Who couldn’t turn a ****
As if it was Brittney telling a song
Without hatred and love
Always switching up to benefit your life
But messing with my redefined mind
Which has no space to give you my time
So I’ma make this short and give you a new comprehension
Don’t look at me
Don’t say you gonna love
Or that you gonna **** me
Because all you really doing is lying to yourself
Because I’m non penetrable
Due to my thick skull
That’s always getting dull from whenever you wanna score
Instead you fumble
Like the dolphins in the playoffs
Now I wish you good luck
Since your sorry *** just loss all your luck
When you left me taking a piece of my
❤️
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 3:18 AM UTC